erotica stories and histories

Nix was ready for our date night. Her summer dress was light and flowing, brushing her thighs with every step, clinging in just the right places. As she came down the stairs, I clocked it immediately no bra. Her breasts bounced gently with each movement, a slow-motion tease, the fabric doing little to hide the shape of her nipples. She caught my eye and gave me that cheeky grin mischievous and radiant....

Milan by night envelops me like a river of ink, while I wander around in my car with my personal demons as my only traveling companions.
Night is my element. Driving in the wee hours has a cathartic effect on my restless mind. The city transforms after dark--more honest, more raw, as if it were ripping off the mask it wears during the day. I drive slowly, letting chance chart my course. The clock on the dashboard says two. A rational voice whispers that there is work tomorrow, that I should be home, but ...

This isn't XXX rated (yet) so if that's what you're looking for, don't bother. It's my first submission and probably all out of order, so please be kind ????. Someday the characters might have names, I just can't bring myself to do it quite yet.
Chapter 1: The Croatian
The first time she cheated, her body was shaking so badly she couldn't speak. He had pulled up next to her in his Tesla, they made brief eye contact, and she had allowed just one corner of her lip to curl up, a crooked half-smile that d...

Karen and I had been married for fourteen years when we decided to spice up our relationship a bit. And once we did hen we began to talk about how we desired to do it? So what would turn things up and excite us both?
"David, is it exciting to you if, you see other women?"
"Babe, I had sex with a few girls back in the day. I was never very good with it. Casual sex was never really my thing. Sex was never great until I met you."...

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Notes:
This is a role-play fantasy story involving one-to-one consensual sex. There's no blackmailing, BDSM or gang banging, although the sex can get quite firm and spicy at times. It's written by a man to a woman, but I hope that men and women will both relate to it.
It's clearly about two people who know each other, but I have left out any details of their relationship so that readers can interpret it however they wish, and imagine the story is about them....

As promised, here is the next installment. The next two should release the next two weekends, pending the return of some edits.. but they are written and will submitted for publication either the next two weeks, or as soon as I get them and have time to make the edits. After that.. you're waiting on me to finish Ch. 13 (and an epilogue)....

Ava and Zoe
These twins were more alike than I ever dreamed.
It was my third season working at the marina. Over the course of three summers, I had seen and likely flirted with hundreds, if not a thousand, very attractive females--women and teens of every race, creed, color, and age. And though I still looked, I had gotten to the point where I was almost numb to it. That was until last summer....

Four years of university in Belgrade had a way of blurring peoples faces together in lecture halls, names forgotten after group projects. But not Stefan and Lidia. No, they'd become something... inevitable.
It didn't start special. A shared class. A sarcastic comment from Lidia that Stefan actually laughed at instead of getting offended. A mutual dislike for a pretentious professor who thought quoting Nietzsche made him interesting. From there, it was library study sessions that turned into coffee runs, ...

A Prologue
The blue light of morning filtered in streaks through draped curtains of the woman's apartment.
My eyes strained and fluttered, foggy. Her hand was still in mine. I sighed in contentment as last night's events rushed back to memory: the pub with mutual friends, the flat tire, the ride home, the long long longest talk we've ever had, the crying......

Dear John:
I know the marital counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but... I just couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But... that was just the wounded little girl in me talking. Still...
I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lotta things....

During college one of my friends would collect some cash from everyone and rent a big portable hot tub in his back yard when his were away on holiday.
Mounted on a big trailer it was larger than average, I think we maxed out at 16 people in it once.
The tub would arrive Friday afternoon and once it was filled and heated the fun would start. A mixed crowd of half-naked college age guys and girls always made for a good time....

The heavy heat from the mid June sun was shining through the windows into a late afternoon lecture. Grace had mastered the art of seeming engaged whilst allowing her mind to zone out and wander however, even this was proving difficult. Warmth filled the air and she could feel the white shirt clinging to her back as her body desperately attempted to cool her skin. Lightly dizzy, she reached down to her bag, retrieving a bottle of room temperature water and sipped what little remained before positioning her h...

Gloria was currently sat on the lap of her boss, David, as they made their way to a conference in a coach. Gloria was in her early thirties and possessed a petite athletic build, mainly as a result of years of running. She was quite androgynous in her looks with short bobbed black hair, small breasts and a pixielike face. She normally wore very stylish work clothing that David found very appealing but today it was all about holidays, so she wore a short summer's dress with pumps. Gloria had been David's PA ...

The Visitor - Part 1
By Nutmegman
NOTE: Grammar is my nemesis. It always has been. I apologize in advance for my poor grammar. Computerized help is only so good.
A text arrived from my son Robert: "I'm coming home this Thursday for a few days and bringing a guest."
I texted back "Is this guest a girl friend or a guy? One room or two?"...

(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time (often in regards to a character's proportions), please remember it's all in good fun.)...

She's A Keeper is an ongoing story about Penny, who's working on fucking all of her ex-boyfriend's friends for reasons that are explained both in the first part of the story and in the recap text messages below. It's best to read part 1 first, but again, there are recap text messages below.
This story will feature non-monogamous relationships and characters experimenting with multiple partners. If that's not your particular brand of enjoyment, that's cool. Life's too short to read stories you know you wo...

Author's Note:
That one guy in their friend group has the coolest girlfriend ever. You know, the one who cooks for everyone and buys a round of beer when they go out. Except that asshole just broke up with her...
She's A Keeper is a bit different from my usual stories that I share here. While I like posting an entire story at once, this one is not because it's not complete yet -- my Patreon members vote on what happens next in the story and once the episode is done, I'm sharing it here....

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Interventions - Chris's Side

This is "the other" perspective on the third of "The Pru Chronicles." Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Only one of the Chronicles is fully fiction, and one other is based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. Otherwise, yeah, some of this is true......

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect......

The wet spot on the front of my neatly pressed slacks had nearly disappeared by the time I entered our Midtown office building, but I had yet to pull my brain back from the brink. Every woman I passed, whether young or old, skinny or voluptuous, short or tall, invited a new facet for me to fixate on: lips pursed around a straw; the sway of hips in a summer dress; lidded eyes glancing up towards me from under a curtain of bangs. In short, I was dangerously horny, and I had but one hope of relief: my lunch br...

The three years Akram was with us were precious and we all knew that we were lucky to have spent them with him. He made it possible for all of us to engage in regular, safe, and healthy sex without disturbing our academic endeavors. In fact, under the guidance and supervision of Chun, our sex life made us better students and wiser human beings. My periods, which were often irregular during exam time, now arrived and left like clockwork, clean and mainly painless. My skin was clear and my appetite was always...

Oh gosh, what had I done?
I didn't know what I was thinking. Yes, I was lonely, miserable, and more than a little horny when I wore those leathers in the park at night. I had fantasized about some stranger taking me and using me for his pleasure.
It was like a dream (or nightmare) come true when my dick of a neighbor appeared....

Sunday Morning, I wake up early again. To my recurrent annoyance, the moment I turned forty, my body decided to completely forget about the concept of sleeping in. Sarah, on the other hand, is an absolute champion sleeper. If it were an Olympic discipline, she could sleep for England. She is looking peaceful and happy doing it, too. Lucky her....

CHAPTER TWO
Tushar Rathi, her boss, was a friendly, generous man in his mid forties. She knew he liked her and had big eyes for her. Although she didn't actively encourage him in that direction, she didn't protest when he stole glances at her thighs as she sat at the open front desk facing him, or when he looked down her neckline or brushed a hip or breast as he passed her....

14. The New Tenants
There was a lot to do. Mom wondered whether we should wait until the divorce papers were signed, but Jordan wouldn't hear of it. We set to work, spending a couple of days throwing out everything in the north wing, and readying it for photos, which I took with my good camera and lighting. They turned out really well....

"Well, you should feel free to satisfy your appetites while I get things ready," she says. "As you can see I've laid out everything I need within arm's reach so I shouldn't need to move my feet from this spot."
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Chapter III: In the City of Angels
Section IV: In Which Lunch is Delayed and Dinner Gets Its Due...

Sunfest had arrived.
Every year West Palm held a music and arts festival which attracted a ton of people. While music played throughout the week, the best concerts were Thursday through Sunday. I typically had to work those four days but had been granted off Thursday at my request.
The unfortunate part of working in the service industry is that nearly all of your friends end up being from the service industry. After calling around, I was unable to find anyone who was free to go to the Nelly concert th...

Sitting in the back seat of my car, heart racing, I think back to how I ended up here in a secluded parking lot down an old dirt road before the sun is even up.
My hands start to wander, one across my chest the other rubbing my thigh, my legs opening up and my back arching in response. It was such a simple thing, downloading the app and moving it to a hidden folder on my phone. I remember the excitement as I wrote out my profile selecting options like FWB and NSA not really fully grasping the difference....

After a slow day at work in my office, I decided to hit my favorite bar just to have a couple drinks and chillax. They usually have live bands who perform for free just for the exposure. Some are great and some are, shall I say, less than great.
I was sitting at the bar, my back to the bar so I could watch the band, which tonight was three guys and a girl. They called themselves the Wandering Wolves. I thought the name was appropriate because the lead singer yelled and screeched so much that I didn't cat...